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(skate haiku version 2)

big soft squishy wheels,
grips and clings to the concrete,
carves so high and fast.

stillpoint of the soul,
ponder the meaning of life,
kickturn on tranny.

concrete nirvana,
dharmasala of the board,
skate and liberate.

born-again skater,
eyes wide-open this go-round,
no more wasted days.

Lox conquered his fear,
did front-side fifty-fifty,
soldiers share his stoke.

tune in and drop-in,
mind and body become one,
board and body merge.

Arizona boys,
skating and spreading the word,
old school rules world-wide.